“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs, kissing my knee. “Like honey.” Grinning from ear to ear, I prop myself on my elbows and look at him. My body is still shaking from the orgasm. It feels euphoric, and I’m not sure if it has ever been like this before. “Never heard that.” “Really?” His hands grip my hips firmly. “Then the guys you’ve been with are morons.” “Or you’re just a sweet-talker.” “Me? A sweet-talker?” Colton laughs heartily, standing up. “I’m the grumpy one. The grumpiest of the grumps.”
